5/2/2012
A glimpse fluttering through the cracks,
Not concrete but there,
Lingering.
It grows and grows,
Over powering, a rush.
A feeling explicit,
Not subtle anymore.
A burst of flames,
Volcanic.
Erupts.
And spills, overflowing,
Like a swelling of the heart.
Not red, not blush, not maroon enough -
Just a flash of intensity,
From your soul, to mine.
To me,
You shine.
A glimpse fluttering through the cracks,
Not concrete but there,
Lingering.
It grows and grows,
Over powering, a rush.
A feeling explicit,
Not subtle anymore.
A burst of flames,
Volcanic.
Erupts.
And spills, overflowing,
Like a swelling of the heart.
Not red, not blush, not maroon enough -
Just a flash of intensity,
From your soul, to mine.
To me,
You shine.
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